Jeff the killer x Reader Part 1 I Love Your Smile

     Hello fellow deviants, this is my first fanfiction ever  posted on here or any other website. normally I would just read them but since there wasn't really a lot of original Jeff the killer x readers on her , so I decided to take a crack at it. Plz don't be too rough on me about this there are probably a bunch of errors, but I do want your feedback. (B/F/N)= best friends name, (Y/N)= your name, (H/C)=hair color, (H/L)=HAIR length, (E/C)= eye color, (F/C)= favorite color. Now on to the story!!     


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    I was running, I didn't know where I was going. The only thing on my mind was, ' run, dont stop, just keep going'.
    
    I ran away from the man I thought was going to love and charish me forever. Boy, was I ever wrong.


    It had all started around two years from now, when his sister,Lillian, had died of cancer. Damien and Lillian where like a mother and her child. Lillian was around the age of 10 when she was diagnosed for lung cancer, due to the exposion of second-hand smoke. Their parents weren't the type who cared for their seventeen and ten year olds, they had just fed and sheltered them enough to keed them alive. This had left Damien to fend for himself and his sister. 


    Around the second month of Lillian being diagnosed, he had started to change. He was no longer Damien, the nice, considerate, handsome young man, but Damien the scary, abusive, alcoholic. His condition was getting worse along with his sisters.


    Then the day had came, six months later his sister had died. We did everything we could, nothing worked. The beautiful 10 year old girl had left this world. The worst part about it was that her parents didnt care. The bastards didnt even cry at their own 10 year old daughters funeral.


    The following month Damien and I had moved into our own little apartment, just to get away from it all...

that had been my first mistake...


The truth is I only stayed with him to help him cope with his loss...

Mistake number two...


Around a year after we moved in with each other, he gradually started to get better. Damien quit smoking and only drunk occasionally, like at parties or during the holidays. He started to get less agressive and got a job.

    
    That  day made me so happy, when he walked through the door and said ' I got the job!' That same day he became so loving, every morning was filled with kisses and evenings even more. Everything seemed to be going back to normal, the way it should be.


    Then the party came ,just a few weeks ago,  one of his co-workres invted us to their chrismas party. Damien was hanging around his friends, beer in hand, laughing, having a good time. I was talkng with my best friend (b/f/n). Me and (b/f/n) have been through thick and thin, (he/she) was with me through the hard times telling me not to give up on Damien. So we where sharing a nice conversation, catching up on things. We havent seen each other since the death of Lillian. I told (her/him) how Damien got a job and quit smoking.


    Everything seemed to going just fine, we had left the party around 1 o' clock a.m. and went home. Da mien didnt have work for about a week because of the holidays, so I had him all to myself. But in the car ride he didn't say a word, so I did. "I saw (b/f/n) at the party and we talked for a while. I told him. No response. "Damien are you ok?" Still no response. Our turn was coming up but he had made no indication of turning, 'nor did he slow down.Then it hit me. "Are you drunk?" Still no answer, normally if he was drunk he's extremly loud, and talkative, obnoxious even. But this was just the oppsite, he hasn't said anything it was starting to bug me. Damien started to slow down almost to the point in which he could stop by lifting a toe. There was a car behind us honking telling us to move faster. " What the hell are you doing?!" I exclaimed." if you were drunk you could have told me and I would have drove!" With that I pulled over, switched seats, turned around (you had missed your turn), and drove home. I put Damiens arm around my shoulder, once we got home, and led him to our apartment and put him in our bed. I changed clothes and climbed into the bed next to him, to soon fall asleep.



                             ~time skip to the morning~



    "Uuuugh!" I heard a groan. I got up from the bed noticing Damien wasn't there. Then I heard it again "Shit!" I followed the sound to see Damien in the bathroom looking for what seemed to be medication. I walked up to him, reached into the medicine cabinet, and grabbed some advil. I grasped his hand then led him to the kitchen.


    Damien sat on the counter, while I poured him a glass of water from the fridge, to go with the pills. "Do you feel any better?" I asked "Yeah, I just had a huge hangover." (A/n: wanna know what else is huge LOL!!!) Taking the glass cup aourt of my hand he swallowed the pain relief and gulped down the water after. "Thanks, I'm gonna watch some t.v." he said "Kay" Iwalked back towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. I had took a shower and changed into a (f/c) tank top, a jean vest, skinny jeans,and some black combat boots. After I changed I went to brush my teeth, I opened the cabinet and when I did something fell out.


                          ~time skip to two days later~ Brought to you by a mysterious Item



    Two days later i had finally figured out what fell out of the cabinet. When the item fell out I simply put it back, but not before quickly observing it. It was a bag that had a bunch of oil and purple pills, they had some sort of writing on them, but I didn't bother to look closely at it. Mistake number three...


 ...Three strikes, your out...



      When I finally figured out what was in the bag, two days later, it was too late. Damien and I went to the park because, well we can. He said he needed to do something first and told me to meet him by the biggest tree with the bench under it.


      An hour passed, then another, and another. I started to get irritated, so I went to go look for the man that went MIA(missing in action). I swear I checked everywhere three times, so much for third times a charm. Then I heard a scream. I saw disgusting crows(sorry Sebastian) flying up into the, away from the same direction I heard the scream. I started running in that direction although something in the back of my head said not to, but in what story does anyone ever listen to that voice. Just the fact that that something says no, I have to say yes, so I ran even faster.


     I turned down an ally-way and saw something I'd never thought I would have to see again.


      It was Damien with a knife in hand and a blood splattered face,and hands. He was standing over a life dwindling body. The man's wounds where horrifying, his stomach and chest torn open. There was blood everywhere , I stepped back wishing I had just listened to my gut, but my foot snapped a twig. Damien shoveled his head in my direction and his cold gaze now into me. 'I mean SERIOUSLY!!!! What the hell  is a twig doing in an ally with no fucking trees!!' I thought to myself. Damiens gaze softened as he took a step towards me. But I took two steps back. "(Y-Y/N)... I-it's not what it-" I didn't let him finish. I just turned around and ran.